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Chapter 82 Are You Jealous?

Fang Yimeng climbed out of the bathtub, the water on his body fell on the ground like a waterfall, and soon formed a small puddle.

Before she could see the picture in front of her clearly, a blackness suddenly swept over her head and covered her sight.

"Don't catch a cold."

A familiar deep male voice sounded in her ears.

Knowing who it was, Fang Yimeng lowered her head and smiled.

She struggled slightly, and the other party quickly let go of the towel, and then covered her body.

It can be regarded as covering up a piece of spring.

Wrapped in a bath towel, she stood at the shooting scene and bowed to thank the staff present.

The staff quickly expressed their thanks to the two teachers for their cooperation.

After a few polite words back and forth, Fang Yimeng walked towards the dressing room with bare feet.

Out of the sight of the staff, Fang Yimeng counted three times in his heart.

In the next second, she was in a trance for a moment, and she fell into a big embrace for a moment of weightlessness.

She hooked her lips and smiled, "Mr. Lu, aren't you afraid that the staff will find out your indifferent side and damage your reputation?"

"What am I to you?"

Lu Jingshan didn't intend to pursue this matter, but brought up another topic.

The curvature of the woman's mouth is getting bigger and bigger.

"Well...the person that both sides want to have."

Double entendre.

Princess Lu Jingshan hugged her harder, and asked in a deep voice, "Both sides?"

Fang Yimeng was in his arms, shaking her feet without any fear.

A pair of feet are white, tender and smooth, without a trace of fat, and the proportion of the bones is even more amazing.

"You don't know yourself well, so how do I know what you're thinking? I'm not a roundworm in your stomach."

Fang Yimeng's soft tone made Lu Jingshan's heart stop beating.

"You mean Liao Ran?"

No matter how fast he ran, he should have realized what Fang Yi's dream meant.

At this moment, the solemn expression became clear, and the handsome brows and eyes stretched out, showing more tenderness.

Fang Yimeng snorted and said nothing.

While the two were talking, they had already reached the door of the dressing room.

She skillfully stretched out her hand to open the door, Lu Jingshan turned slightly sideways, and entered the room with his back against the door.

"There's nothing to talk about between Liao Ran and I."

"There's nothing to talk about, so how long have you been out?"
He said a word, and Fang Yimeng asked a question.

The man held Fang Yimeng in his arms, and powerfully swept away the debris on the table with one hand.

In the next moment, he put Fang Yimeng on the table.

The clothes were soaked, and even the bath towels became wet.

Fang Yimeng sat on the edge of the table, supporting the edge of the table with both hands.

Her bright eyes were staring at him closely, trying to see Lu Jingshan's flaws.

"She asked me if the benefactor behind the movie is the Fang family."

"Just such a nonsense, she asked you for so long!?"

Listening to Fang Yimeng gradually letting go of what he was talking about, Lu Jingshan's smile deepened.

"Are you jealous?"

"I'm jealous of you big-headed ghost, who are you to me? I want to eat your vinegar."

Fang Yimeng seemed to have heard some big joke, and immediately turned back without hesitation.

"You didn't." Lu Jingshan licked his lower lip, and he stared at Fang Yimeng's exquisite face with blazing eyes, "I saw my sister being so intimate with someone in a magazine shoot, I was jealous."

"What kind of vinegar are you eating, we are not..."

Fang Yimeng was so happy, she only spoke half of what she said, and she realized it belatedly, and the pronunciation that came to her mouth got stuck in her throat for a moment.

Taking advantage of this moment, Lu Jingshan leaned forward and put his hands on her sides.

"Sister, I regret it."

Next to the ear is the man deliberately lowering his voice, his hoarse voice is full of aggrieved emotions.

If he wants to have a big tail, it must be drooping behind his back at this moment, with the tip of the tail fluttering once and for all.

Fang Yimeng sat on the table, and the sound she heard was like the rough texture of sandpaper, scratching her ears.

Her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"It's none of my business that you regret it."

Women also try to immerse themselves in the world of hateful people.

But in contrast, at this moment, Lu Jingshan couldn't help her indulge.

The chattering on the warm cover blocked all her output.

Fang Yimeng stared at the man who was close at hand with wide eyes.

He's crazy, or she's crazy.

The man focused on the touch between the two, and his deep eyes fell on her bright and stunned eyes, and his peach blossom eyes half-closed.

Pressing his big palm on her eyelids, he felt the itching of the eyelashes in the palm of his hand, and he couldn't help but press the weight even harder.

In the middle of everything, I heard the man's deep and hoarse voice, "Be serious."

When dealing with the relationship between adults, Fang Yimeng has always looked at the face and the mood.

Especially for a person like Lu Jingshan who is very good looking in every aspect of her aesthetics.

She has always been open to comers.

Slender and white hands wrapped around the man's neck, and soon the bath towel on his body fell on the table, making a moderate sound.

"click"

Lu Jingshan held the little wild cat in his arms, locked the door of the dressing room, and finally walked around behind the simple changing curtain.

The voice is mixed with deep breathing from time to time, and the room is charming.

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In the afterglow of the setting sun, under the setting sun in City Z, all the buildings seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light.

In the low-key luxury car, Fang Yimeng changed into a light and comfortable casual suit, half-lyed on the co-pilot, closed her eyes and rested her mind.

Lu Jingshan put one hand on the steering wheel, and left his casual suit jacket on the rear driver. The white round collar shirt on his body was wrinkled visible to the naked eye.

It was a sharp contrast with the usual meticulous appearance.

No noise could be heard in the quiet car. The car got on the expressway and seemed to be heading towards the outskirts of City Z.

The atmosphere was just right, and suddenly a cell phone rang unexpectedly, interrupting the sound sleep of the co-pilot.

"Hey?"

The woman searched the phone with one hand, and finally got the phone that was ringing when it was handed over by warm hands.

"When will you come to Fang's house?"

It was the voice of an elderly man.

Without a greeting, the first sentence after connecting is the words that offend others.

She was a little sleepy and frowned when she heard this sentence.

When she was thinking with her brain that hadn't turned around yet, the mobile phone in her hand was directly snatched away.

"She has other work to deal with at night, and I'm afraid she won't be able to come in a short time."

Lu Jingshan had a gloomy face, and his tone of voice was cold and hard.

After he said these words, Fang Yimeng's drowsiness also woke up a little bit.

"Take care of work at night? An actor, what is there to do with work?!"

The voice of the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone became louder, and the words he said became more and more ugly.

"It doesn't matter what age it is to be an actor. People in the world say that it doesn't matter whether a cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it's a good cat."

(End of this chapter)